Most of you can disregard this. Or rather, follow the link and marvel at the existence of a recipe for apple dumplings that involves Mountain Dew. (Apparently the result is fabulously tasty. We may try it at some point.)
But the real purpose of this post is for the old Changeling folk.
Check out the top of the left-hand column on this page.
If you need me, I’ll be having an aneurysm in the corner.
If it ever comes to that, please let me be your test subject. Please.
Please!
<lol> You’ll have to talk to the household baker, I should think.
I dunno. I bet she wears chaps, and that’s almost like skintight leather pants.
::kisses::
I know where you live.
. . . okay, actually I don’t — not your actual address — so I’ll have to find other ways to make you pay. But you know what I mean.
That site may end up being very, very bad for my personal relationship with my scale.
Yeah, unfortunately. <g>
Ah, so the secret life of Ree is finally revealed! I knew it…
-RC
It’s the picture that really does me in.
The worst part is that the recipes look really, really good. 🙂
I haven’t read any of the rest; I’m kind of afraid to. <g>
French Breakfast Puffs. Covered in butter. That’s all I need to know. 😉
Aneurysms for breakfast. And lunch. And dinner.
But they’d be tasty!
Yeesh, and I felt guilty for having butter on crackers yesterday!
<lol>
BWAH HAH HAH HAH HA HAAAAAA!
heh
*giggle*
tee hee!
Yeah, exactly. <g>
disturbing and highly amusing all at once!
how did you find that site in the first place??? or did it come to you???
Somebody linked to it as “a depraved recipe for apple dumplings.”
BEST. DUMPLINGS. EVAR.
Seriously, a girl at work makes them. SO GOOD. If kniedzw made them…i might just have to knife you and marry him (after a suitably proper and polite grieving period).
*realizes that makes him less likely to make them* Um. Hmm. Damn. Okay, if kniedzw makes them, i *won’t* knife you?
(Like i’d be able to get the drop on you anyway…)
Okay, if kniedzw makes them and you bring them to my house, we’ll watch Supernatural all night long. And gorge ourselves on nummy dumplings.
I’d do it for Supernatural . . .
